All My Life ~ Drarry Fanfiction

Chapter Two

'Oi! What's that blondie doing here?' called out Ron, whose face was as pink as George's from the Firewhiskeys.

'Same thing as you, Ginger. Hello Hermione, have you gone senile yet?', said an amused Draco, flicking his head at him. Hermione sighed.

'That's enough for tonight, Ron. You too, George. Now take your seats at the table.', Hermione narrowed her eyes at the Weasleys.

'Yes, mum.' George said solemnly before taking his seat beside Angelina, who promptly smacked him on his head when he tried to kiss her.

Harry laughed and Ginny called out to the children.

'Teddy! James! Albus! Lily! Scorpius! Rose! Hugo! Dominique! Victoire! Louis! Fred! Roxanne! Did I miss anyone out? Come to the table. Quick.'

'Merlin's Beard, have you guys been busy.' remarked Draco, steering his son to the table, making Fleur go especially pink.

Ginny sat across Ron and next to Harry, while Draco sat across Harry next to his son. Albus sat beside Scorpius. Bill and Fleur sat on one side with their children across them. The room had enough people to hold a ball of their own.

Harry noticed how Albus and Scorpius were still whispering about something intently. He had barely touched his plate.

'Albus. Scorpius. Care to tell us what exciting secrets are you hiding from your me?' smiled Harry, with a conspirational wink.
Draco looked at his son, who was mumbling something.
'What is it Scorpius? And don't mumble.' asked Draco, sternly.

While Scorpius looked scared, Albus grinned mischievously.
'Actually, Draco, what Scorpius is trying to say is, "Wouldn't you like to know?"'.

'Yes. Yes, we very much would like to know.' Draco looked at Albus, ' What is it?' Albus was just about to reply when Scorpius coughed loudly and exclaimed, 'The food is excellent, Harry! Albus says who helped cook it yourself? It is fantastic!'

The whole table turned to look at Scorpius, who was stuffing his face which was turning redder and redder by the second. Harry was... Well, he didn't know what exactly he felt.

'Thanks... Scorpius. It means a lot, yeah. Um. I don't think even Ron has  ever appreciated my cooking that well, and he calls himself my best friend, he does.' joked Harry, trying to break the awkwardness. Scorpius gave him a grateful smile.

'You know how much I love your cooking, Harry. 'Mione couldn't cook to save her life. I'd be starving in some alleyway if it wasn't for you.' said Ron earning a smack from Hermione.

'I cook excellently. Don't I?' she said, looking pointedly at Harry.
'Of course you do, 'Mione!' chorused Harry and Ginny, who looked at each other and the down at their plates. If anyone found this weird, nobody let it known.

But Draco did. He'd noticed how tensed they were when together. He noticed how they haven't exchanged a single word untill absolutely necessary. It made him curious. And a tiny bit happy.

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They were huddled around in a circle when Draco told Harry they were leaving for home.

'So early?', said Harry, not getting up from the cushion, 'What's the rush? Now comes the best part! Come relive our days in Hogwarts with us!'
'You', said Draco, his voice terribly cold, 'must be insane to think I would ever want to relive my days as a death eater in that horrib-!'

Harry decided he had enough. He rolled his eyes, took Draco's hand, and pulled him towards himself, not before making space for him to sit on the cushion, of course.

For a moment, Harry and Draco were flushed against each other. Harry smelled of butterbeer and something sweet. When Draco regained his senses, he pulled apart to leave when Harry put his arm around his shoulder. 'You're stuck with me.' grinned Harry, tilting his head and patting his back. Draco grunted, secretly pleased.

Scorpius didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He settled for both, internally. His dad, Owner of the Malfoy Manor, Head of the Slytherin House, Master of one of the most oldest and richest of the wizarding families, looking astounded and arms in arms with Harry Potter.

Ron was still going on about how George made it almost impossible to court Hermione after the war, giving him fake acne removers and horrible cards that sung poetry in Darth Vader's voice.

'There I was, all nervous and sweaty with trembling hands, trying to string sentences together when the card in my hand started quoting Lord Byron in this horrible voice. 'Mione thought the card was jinxed and spent the whole evening trying to unveil it.' narrated Ron, shooting dirty looks at George, who was laughing along with the rest of us.

'Oh yes! I remember that card, but atleast we got to spend the evening together.'

'Speaking of poetry, do you remember another poem, a rather exceptional one, written by someone among us?' guffawed George.

'Don't you da-!' started Ginny when she was cut off by Bill.

'Actually no, Georgie. What is this exceptionally great poem that you speak of?'

'Not you too, Bill', groaned Harry, who visibly awkward.

'Yeah George, what was it about?' asked Draco, feeling curious and left out.

'His eyes are as green as a freshly pickled toad', started George solemnly. But before he could continue, Ginny dashed towards him and held his mouth shut.
Everyone except Harry, Draco and Ginny laughed.

Harry was trying to catch Hermione's eye all night. But she was always stupidly gazing at Ron like she was meeting him for the first time. Which did nothing to help his subconscious. If things don't go well, she would have to choose between Ron and himself. He hoped desperately it wouldn't come to that.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Hermione looked at Harry. He tilted his head at the kitchen and stood up.

'I'll be back.', he whispered to Draco as he made his way to the kitchen with Hermione behind him.

'What is it, Harry? You look troubled.' said Hermione, worried. Now that she noticed, she realised he hadn't really said anything much the whole evening. It wasn't weird for Harry, he used to be the life of the party until five to six years ago. He hadn't changed much, just looked a bit unhappy all the time.

'GinnyandIaregettingdivorced.', said Harry in a hurry.
'What? Could you repeat that a bit slower?'
Harry sighed. Here goes nothing, he thought.

'Ginny and I are getting divorced.'

'What? But why? I mean, but... Why?'

'I've been pretending for too long Mione. I do love Ginny, I really do, I'm just not in love with her anymore. I don't think I ever was. We talked about it. Ginny said she'd sort of knew it all along but kept thinking it's all in her head or something. We came to a mutual decision. We've decided to split.'

Hermione hugged Harry and said,

'Harry, if you're sure about this, you know I'll always support you. As long as it makes you happy. But Ron can be a bit, well, thickheaded when it comes to matters like this.'

'I know 'Mione. I know', said Harry, miserably.

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A/N:
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